tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-43138945162600982332024-01-10T01:50:36.284-08:00the painted primrosewe have a passion for flowerssarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.comBlogger199125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-31743695567279707142016-09-15T16:09:00.002-07:002016-09-15T18:48:56.712-07:00Today is my Anniversary<br />
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I just realized that today is my anniversary. i opened the doors to the painted primrose 15 years ago on this very day.<br />
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15 years ago, i was a newly divorced mom with little money and big dreams. 15 years ago, my kids were 8 and 11. those kiddos grew up in the shop, did homework in the shop and if they were sick from school, became well in the shop. we all became well in the shop.<br />
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the shop nurtured me, my broken heart and taught me to love again. back in the day, i cursed weddings. who would want to get married? marriage sucked. love sucked. boys sucked. but in time, i healed. as i healed, the shop grew, and now it is 15 years later.<br />
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oh my god, so much love lives in my shop. so many hopeful, wishful and in love couples have walked thru the doors of the painted primrose. i have been so blessed to be a party of so many weddings. almost a thousand. oh my god.<br />
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i could write a book about what the shop has taught me. perhaps one day i will.<br />
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thank you to everyone who believed in me. especially my kids, my bro, nicole m., barbie t., lynne w. and every single bride who had confidence in me and believed that i could design the wedding of their dreams.<br />
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the flower shop girl<br />
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<br />sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-17597528457066040132016-09-15T16:09:00.001-07:002016-09-15T16:11:27.721-07:00Today is my Anniversary<br />
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I just realized that today is my 15th year of owning the painted primrose. wow. just, really wow.<br />
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15 years ago, i was a newly divorced mom with little money and big dreams. 15 years ago, my kids were 8 and 11. those kiddos grew up in the shop, did homework in the shop and if they were sick from school, became well in the shop. we all became well in the shop.<br />
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the shop nurtured me, my broken heart and taught me to love again. back in the day, i cursed weddings. who would want to get married? marriage sucked. love sucked. boys sucked. but in time, i healed. as i healed, the shop grew, and now it is 15 years later.<br />
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oh my god, so much love lives in my shop. so many hopeful, wishful and in love couples have walked thru the door of the painted primrose. i have been so blessed to be a party of so many weddings. almost a thousand. oh my god.<br />
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i could write a book about what the shop has taught me. perhaps one day i will.<br />
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thank you to everyone who believed in me. especially my kids, my bro, nicole m., barbie t., lynne w. and every single bride who had confidence in me and believed that i was possible of designing the wedding of their dreams.<br />
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believe in yourself.<br />
the flower shop girl<br />
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<br />sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-1880436839840258152016-03-27T14:47:00.000-07:002016-05-09T17:04:31.796-07:00i am a shop keeper<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Since the age of 5, i dreamed of being a shopkeeper. When i was 7, i made little crafts and my mother sold them door to door to my neighbors. i kept the nickels and dimes from those sales in my fisher price cash register. when i was 17, i sold wigs at marshal fields. at 22, i worked in chicago as a graphic designer and spent evenings and weekends selling soaps and lotions at crabtree and evelyn</span><b><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">. </span></b><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">age 26, i worked in san francisco at an ad agency, and the same story, i worked weekends at a chocolate boutique in the stanford mall.</span><b><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"> </span></b><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">while i was living my normal life, i was dreaming the same dream. </span><b><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">on september 15th, 4 short days after september 11th, i opened the painted primrose. </span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">i was warned that i shouldn't sell flowers, candles and soaps. that i should sell gasoline and groceries. i should sell things that people needed. for two weeks the shop was quiet. the locals were glued to their television sets, there was huge unrest and we were all living in great fear. but then they came. they came to my shop, they shared stories, they cried and they bought. they bought candles, soaps and flowers. lovely things. feel good things, and i realized that i had things that people both wanted and needed. </span><b><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">shortly after <span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">the shop<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">'s<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"> </span></span></span>opening, a friend asked me if i could design the flowers for her son's wedding. i thought it was kind of a random question. but in high school i learned how to make a corsage and boutonniere and in college i took an ikebana class. how hard could a wedding be? so i agreed and i designed my first wedding.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">all of a sudden, my life had changed and i realized that i had become a florist. but most importantly i realized that being a florist was more than designing pretty flowers in a vase, it was about celebrating the circle of life. </span><b><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"></span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">w</span><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">ell those first five years of being in business for myself was difficult. it was really hard for me to turn a profit. i was working long hard hours with little or no return, so i made the tough decision to close the shop. i felt like a failure. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">all my life i had dreamed of being a shopkeeper and had no idea what to do next. i shared my story with a friend and he told me to dream it again..... so i did.</span><b><span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;"> </span></b></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">after three years of working for someone else, i decided it was time to go out on my own again. so i rented a 325 square foot space and with $3,000 in my pocket, i dreamed it again. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">that first year i designed flowers for 35 weddings. </span></div>
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sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-70044567912622409412015-12-11T23:29:00.000-08:002015-12-15T11:01:17.348-08:00The Pilgrimage and the Pound of Pecans<br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">It started six years ago. A simple phone call. "Do you deliver?" If you know me well, you probably know that 99% of the time my answer is "Nope. I'm a wedding florist, i don't do deliveries." But that December day, something made me say yes. Perhaps it was the sadness in the customer's voice. "I live out of state and I can't find any florist who will deliver flowers to my son's grave in Colorado." I have no idea why i said yes, but i did. I think it was just meant to be.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">A few days after the phone call, a package arrived from the customer. inside, i found payment and two items to attach to the flowers, a small angel statue and a letter addressed to the customer's son. "my beloved son Andrew." my heart melted.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">So on the anniversary of Andrew's death, i drive 45 minutes to make my delivery. its cold. 20 degrees cold and there were 6 inches of fresh, freezing snow blanketing the entire cemetery. the headstones were flat, and i see nothing but snow. fresh, freezing cold snow. finding that grave was like a needle in a haystack. but after 3 trips to the cemetery office, a scribbly hand drawn map from the receptionist, frozen fingers and toes and a prayer whispered up to the heavens,(along with a few choice words,) i found the grave. mission accomplished.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">the following december, i received the same phone call, the same package with payment, an angel, and the same heart-wrenching-grieving mother letter and a bag of pecans. <span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">homegr<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">own. texas pecans from the customer's tree</span></span>. for me. the pecans were for me. my heart was mush.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">fast forward to today. today was my 12th delivery to Andrew's grave. i deliver flowers on his birthday and on the anniversary of his death. it has become my pilgrimage. today i honor Andrew and his grieving Mother. i can never ease this mother's pain, but i can be her messenger and i can deliver her letters of love attached to those beautiful bouquets of flowers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "courier new" , "courier" , monospace;">Being a florist is not just about arranging pretty flowers in a vase, its about celebrating the circle of life. - Sarah</span><br />
<br />sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-12213856086380461062015-01-29T09:56:00.003-08:002015-01-29T10:08:41.176-08:00My First Negative Google Review, and How I Survived.<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">i almost didn't. plain and simple.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">this summer, i will surpass the 850 mark. yup. 850 weddings. 1. one negative review. i knew the day would come. it was bound to happen. its basic math. bummer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">the worst part is that the writer never called me. i never ever knew she was unhappy. shouldn't i have been the first to know? shouldn't i have been given the chance to make things right? in my little primrose world, the answer is yes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">i tried reaching out. telephone. email. nothing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">i obsess about things like this. things i can't control. i strive for perfection. i strive for impeccable customer service. every single one of us here. ask my girls.<b> </b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">i love my brides. i want them to love me in return. the only power i can have over this powerless situation is to love her for her statement. love her for her action and perhaps that love will give her the courage to call. to talk. to sort things out. to resolve.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New",Courier,monospace;">there is nothing more important than love.</span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-62829434588268667622014-07-11T20:40:00.003-07:002014-07-11T20:40:55.817-07:00one step closer....<br />
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...and I see it everyday of my life. So much in fact that now and then I need to keep myself in check and watch a scary movie to find some balance. Seriously. I live in a beautiful bubble. Love. Love. Love. Now mind you, I meet dozens and dozens of engaged couples a year. I have attended hundreds of weddings. At the shop, I witness tender moments. I witness kind and gentle hearts, every single day. If the blue velvet couch in my little flower shop had a voice, it would whisper, "love lives here."<br />
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I believe in love. I have experienced it. I have also experienced total and complete heartbreak. Sometimes they go hand in hand. The key is to move on. Forgive and believe. Open your heart. Life is so damn short. Let your heart beat fast. Find that someone who makes time, stand, still. Who, when you gaze into their eyes makes you forget everything else. Simply everything. <br />
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Do not be afraid dear friend. Jump. sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-28896687751580191202014-04-11T17:08:00.000-07:002014-04-11T17:08:10.555-07:00The Flower Shop Girl...<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">What is that thing, that chemistry thing? That thing that hits you and knocks you off balance. That moment when the world changes and the sun is brighter, the darkness is light. Can you touch it? Can you grasp it in the palm of your hand? Bottle it, like a fragrance and you would find wealth. Eternal riches. How does it find you and find both of you at the same time? What is that?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">The strength to become vulnerable. To take steps after pain. To forgive and heal. To walk. Run. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">It is hope. Hope and that twin, love. Forgive someone. Forgive yourself. Most. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Love is all there is. Love is in the first kiss. The eyes, perhaps green, perhaps blue or brown. Love is in the blossom of the spring bud. Sigh, breathe and love. Just love.</span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-78519449385085733202014-01-13T20:52:00.001-08:002014-01-13T20:52:41.653-08:00Painted Primrose Love Locks<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">I met two lovers who became engaged on a bridge in the city of Paris. They fastened a lock to the bridge as a sign of their commitment and undying love. They tossed the key into the river never to be found again. My heart skips a beat and flickers when my wedding couples share their love story with me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">In honor of love and romance, I have decided to give each and every one of my wedding couples, this year, a vintage padlock and key. I will inscribe their name on the padlock and permanently fasten it to my wedding arch at the Painted Primrose. I will have the key hand delivered to the couple on their wedding day as a token of our appreciation and belief in their love. It will be so exciting to view, over time, the collection. Cheers to love, cheers to romance, cheers to you. Sarah</span>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-14932754310697645662014-01-07T11:24:00.002-08:002014-01-07T11:26:21.759-08:00Lace is the new black and how leonardo dicaprio changed my life..swoon. thank you leonardo for being obsessed with daisy. you changed my life. just when I couldn't bear to look at another photo of the ruched wedding dress with rhinestone brooch, I was swept off my feet. I shall never be the same again. every bride that I have booked for 2014, I mean every single bride has been influenced by this movie. every dress is romantic, timeless and just plain lovely. <br />
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goodbye wildflower bouquets. ugh. (toss those into the boulder creek.) hello garden roses, hydrangea, peonies, café au lait dahlias and fluffy ranunculus. I love you. you are what my dreams are made of.<br />
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Sarah<br />
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This is a bouquet I designed for an inspiration photo shoot. It was titled "Sunday Morning Bridal Brunch." My mind keeps referring to it as "le vie and rose." It all turned out so romantic, soft an vintagey, somewhere between a mix of Downton Abbey - England, France and Italy. Somewhere in the land of pure romance. I provided the blooms, the props and the styling for these shots.<br />
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This soft romantic style is where I excel as a floral designer. Its were I dream and live and breathe. It keeps me awake at night with visions of quiet shades of pink, peaches and ivories. In the dark, their perfumed fragrances waft thru my brain when I close my eyes. They whisper my name. My mind never quiets. They are my passion. Perhaps, my obsession.<br />
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photo credit by <a href="http://www.tesspacephotography.com/" target="_blank">tess pace photography</a><br />
event coordinator <a href="http://www.callunaevents.com/" target="_blank">calluna events</a><br />
location <a href="http://www.rembrandtyard.com/" target="_blank">rembrandt yard</a><br />
gown maggie evans designs<br />
<br />sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-74742063702530123442012-10-09T07:08:00.000-07:002012-10-09T07:16:34.191-07:00Princess Bride<span style="font-family: Courier New;"></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">This summer I had a princess bride. She was stunning. No, breathtaking. Like a vision. She lived out of state, so the first time I met her, she was being photographed in her princess dress and tiara, in the Rocky Mountains, on a magestic sort of boulder, surounded by aspen trees, backlit by sunlight. Her tiara sparkled like diamonds. Perhaps they were. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">She is the Fort Worth Opera studio soprano. She sings. I wish I could have heard her. I was told she was going to sing to her new husband at the reception. Missed it. By reception time, I am far away, down the mountain. I guess there is always youtube for me. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Courier New;">Thank you to Jessica Adler at <a href="http://www.jaspecialeventsandweddings.com/" target="_blank">JAS Special Events</a>, <a href="http://www.stanleyhotel.com/" target="_blank">The Historic Stanley Hotel</a> and <a href="http://www.susanpacekphotography.com/" target="_blank">Susan Pacek Photography</a> for the stunning images. Heart. 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It has been pinned soooo many times I really don't know where it came from. Would be happy to credit the owner. What a perfectly romantic setting. I don't think its real. Too perfect, too set. Not a spec of dust on the barn floor. When I got married in a barn, we had to step over the peacock poop on the floor and kick the chicken feathers to the side. Not kidding. We had to swat the mosquitoes and squash the beetles. If I look even closer at the pic, I notice that the candelabra is missing tapers. Who would use a candelabra without tapers? And another thing, there aren't enough chairs. In a real wedding reception, you place as many chairs as you comfortably can so that you use fewer tables which means less money spent on rentals, linens and centerpieces. Nope, definately not a real wedding, just an inspiration. And I am inspired, to go fetch another midol. (going to be one of those days.)sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-57376989037682244052012-04-16T13:35:00.006-07:002012-04-16T13:53:38.562-07:00Jemma + Gabriel's Wedding at Starhouse<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRmI-Eklj2tnnw9xQjuU9-jkaaljSu9YXRlIM9-GBd_v4mpMaZ0YzVNLjtxiavahAOnITMC-76JeoWlIB3v1v9QUKX3S5yAx4VP6E2OZHQemfFrCheNbzCS0DB9toX_MxoKNYZafyFcbn/s1600/i_0461_0%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiRRmI-Eklj2tnnw9xQjuU9-jkaaljSu9YXRlIM9-GBd_v4mpMaZ0YzVNLjtxiavahAOnITMC-76JeoWlIB3v1v9QUKX3S5yAx4VP6E2OZHQemfFrCheNbzCS0DB9toX_MxoKNYZafyFcbn/s400/i_0461_0%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732100396790374674" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7RMkjQ00inOS3O9g1EjJcDTAWH-66mrGsCM-0p8qQWoJUj8DRUShZADv5cPlF87DDAM4Mh7pkbMwsMnAUliFBRKlwqonkb_biopDMgY8Mt4b_z06MPsjuN-OzHFuVHW8uMOyMMAOF8PD/s1600/i_0330%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiq7RMkjQ00inOS3O9g1EjJcDTAWH-66mrGsCM-0p8qQWoJUj8DRUShZADv5cPlF87DDAM4Mh7pkbMwsMnAUliFBRKlwqonkb_biopDMgY8Mt4b_z06MPsjuN-OzHFuVHW8uMOyMMAOF8PD/s400/i_0330%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732100303804655586" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvAoL8INOzj8cipsy79jwOY7uXq1Hqo5fJ1MqFB3EN9V5-uA8291a4NdJVLdhdkDCXZhWBQj3Ewt_WJrq8VndlzW_VwqKfCOtLSRo-dxTw1_-4oM8EPWJ2oRh9triHoZyNFhR5sG1XY0b/s1600/i_0216%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYvAoL8INOzj8cipsy79jwOY7uXq1Hqo5fJ1MqFB3EN9V5-uA8291a4NdJVLdhdkDCXZhWBQj3Ewt_WJrq8VndlzW_VwqKfCOtLSRo-dxTw1_-4oM8EPWJ2oRh9triHoZyNFhR5sG1XY0b/s400/i_0216%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5732100053868248162" /></a><br /><br />When a bride telephones and mentions that she wants a magical fairy-type wedding, I am all ears. Jemma. She reminded me of Snow White. I wanted to call her Snow. No, she reminded me of Grace Kelly. So incredibly beautiful, in the way she talked, walked and simply carried herself. Grace. Pure, beautiful grace. Her wedding was filled with beautiful things. Dark, rich colors. A secluded mountain setting. Groomsmen carrying walking sticks, marching single file toward the Starhouse. The reception tables were filled with antique urns spilling with vines, twigs, roses and lilies. Offset by gems, crystals and butterflies. It was truly magical. I was right the first time. Who else rules the magical forest, but Snow.<br /><br />photography by Julie Harris<br />wedding planning by Rachel Hagen @ Tahlia Events<br />flowers by me: Painted Primrosesarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-17824216073400853582012-04-15T16:52:00.005-07:002012-04-15T17:04:11.747-07:00Yves St. Laurent, Denver Art Museum<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8rL11osf47AQG8m909b5lhYIVBc92ODJCHKccFIIw_FG1ZgFzjrBadQsuVf0cLHrQ8qmVf3CXgNRJk2vLoL0tAPHLk22wN7J9nQuXUL9M_otZ42UrkAakZeGmW8LT6FF-CRBowlcnhh_u/s1600/269090146454866204_fBl1AeOO_c%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8rL11osf47AQG8m909b5lhYIVBc92ODJCHKccFIIw_FG1ZgFzjrBadQsuVf0cLHrQ8qmVf3CXgNRJk2vLoL0tAPHLk22wN7J9nQuXUL9M_otZ42UrkAakZeGmW8LT6FF-CRBowlcnhh_u/s400/269090146454866204_fBl1AeOO_c%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5731780078388211810" /></a><br />Run to the Denver Art Museum to experience the Yves St. Laurent exhibit. Over 200 haute couture garments are on display. It is complete eye candy. The Denver visit is the only stop in the US. Seriously, how did we get sooo lucky? "The Retrospecitve features numerous photographs, drawings and films that illustrate the development of St. Laurent's style and the historical foundations of his work." I loved it. My dear friend Ricki loved it. You will too. Then promise me you'll run out and buy yourself a pair of lovely high-heeled, totally feminine shoes. Celebrate your beautiful self.sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-35497963737944917492012-04-13T09:02:00.003-07:002012-04-13T09:04:21.710-07:00titanic<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpWQGcC94KNAThBEmvfB7AdNY2u8TVO98ZkBN0uYVM5aROxvyx8xXKnoCRWcPkmyCnL8C8C0RlegltElDAh4iFKdxa7FLxFBJWwU6dlH75_B5fy1a2vgWYnckFU0VUC_6CC2teJO7Ooq9m/s1600/Titanic-Winslet_l%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpWQGcC94KNAThBEmvfB7AdNY2u8TVO98ZkBN0uYVM5aROxvyx8xXKnoCRWcPkmyCnL8C8C0RlegltElDAh4iFKdxa7FLxFBJWwU6dlH75_B5fy1a2vgWYnckFU0VUC_6CC2teJO7Ooq9m/s400/Titanic-Winslet_l%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730916548002660642" /></a><br />i am planning on a titanic weekend. goose bumps and all. tears to top it off. big screen, 3-D glasses and lots of water. see you there.sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-74280588547586916492012-04-11T10:04:00.004-07:002012-04-11T10:17:41.097-07:00Wedding Favors HomArt Matches<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7SlvTgX1tPsNzY5qu6z5wnpkWK37ZPqeYlo3BLDWsDA5AKfmEQU5VsnWELPxwtXHBQMx1unzJGgrjKJ13BxfIBzs8AaxFjk6w_iKiThaFgXHCNJ5Mp6GBBK5NRnM8RFOeKycSCJqAMVMB/s1600/wedding.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7SlvTgX1tPsNzY5qu6z5wnpkWK37ZPqeYlo3BLDWsDA5AKfmEQU5VsnWELPxwtXHBQMx1unzJGgrjKJ13BxfIBzs8AaxFjk6w_iKiThaFgXHCNJ5Mp6GBBK5NRnM8RFOeKycSCJqAMVMB/s400/wedding.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730190695433232658" /></a><br />New arrival to our store, these super cool wedding favors. Each box of HomArt wooden stick matches is decorated with an emphemera pattern and super cute bride. Box contains about 50 - four inch matches. Order in quantity and give to each and every one of your guests. <a href="http://www.paintedprimrose.com">www.paintedprimrose.com</a>. Call to order. 1.888.280.8849sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-44188848937859055022012-01-21T14:38:00.000-08:002012-01-21T14:49:48.064-08:00flower shop stories - a proposal<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbmaPgvLcX2ijdAfcfAsIhuJXHb0TcrM3ORp9NoFXaGt9f9AEqD4B8aSVLUNJ74klopdvx4AOmfUAmOOHeUBTera4xizyWyslJN-S5hJFACMxgghEQhk9L_u2CQaj16svUklE8d-9PZvf0/s1600/imagesCAZP6WAI.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 183px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbmaPgvLcX2ijdAfcfAsIhuJXHb0TcrM3ORp9NoFXaGt9f9AEqD4B8aSVLUNJ74klopdvx4AOmfUAmOOHeUBTera4xizyWyslJN-S5hJFACMxgghEQhk9L_u2CQaj16svUklE8d-9PZvf0/s400/imagesCAZP6WAI.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5700221222503180258" /></a><br />today i met with a bride and groom. lovely couple. when i asked the groom if he wanted to wear a boutonniere on his wedding day, he answered "i want what she wants." wow. off to a great start. i then asked him about the proposal. he proposed high above the earth, in a hot air balloon. i asked if he bent down on one knee inside the bucket. nope. too afraid to drop the ring, as he had heard of a couple who did just that and dropped the ring overboard. good lord, talk about needle in a haystack. i once flushed an engagement ring down the toilet. no other comment about that. yeah for lovely couples.sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-79692627231118929482011-10-10T07:07:00.001-07:002011-10-10T07:12:14.898-07:00a friend's wedding<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKtUXUfHTf5pcXZWaX3XFkSRf_v7C38Gm7XyWQqx1TMeBExKLtuVPpb0pGtg2VO5fv8Z2loDPdZyb9-znOijGX7aGCZ_lk3DT4VgxO22qVIZx5TiMP2sI5ivoa51SIFXy8BLOOR6yY_8O/s1600/me+033+%25282%2529.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyKtUXUfHTf5pcXZWaX3XFkSRf_v7C38Gm7XyWQqx1TMeBExKLtuVPpb0pGtg2VO5fv8Z2loDPdZyb9-znOijGX7aGCZ_lk3DT4VgxO22qVIZx5TiMP2sI5ivoa51SIFXy8BLOOR6yY_8O/s400/me+033+%25282%2529.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661864948025376482" /></a><br />I love designing weddings for friends. But the hard part is that once you cherry pick the flowers, process them, design them and deliver them, you have to frantically rush home, walk the dog, make a p.b&j., shower and get dolled up. Oh, and inbetween all of that you actually have to buy a dress, shoes and stockings. the good lord knows you have nothing but jeans and combat boots in the closet!!!<br /><br />so no, i have not a single pic of the wedding flowers. but, i did snap a quick shot of myself in the bathroom mirror. how vain!!!! ah well.sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-61400607332383002802011-10-06T07:53:00.001-07:002011-10-06T08:00:08.231-07:00Tiffany and Doug Get Hitched<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshR2pYd-sMLsMHMYcIU-DVMV-Qq8C37rIJ6oCK4j9iU4qtXZ44O3BJ0YdC3F6pnYF9AMwh-eo8Be4T9nk84Gpgzhd0dtOVkjYNc13h4OSzMu348UtA5qItAcSd5NDQFxPiLm9ZZRaxcu0/s1600/320707_2017780166046_1290141033_31772676_220716370_n%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhshR2pYd-sMLsMHMYcIU-DVMV-Qq8C37rIJ6oCK4j9iU4qtXZ44O3BJ0YdC3F6pnYF9AMwh-eo8Be4T9nk84Gpgzhd0dtOVkjYNc13h4OSzMu348UtA5qItAcSd5NDQFxPiLm9ZZRaxcu0/s400/320707_2017780166046_1290141033_31772676_220716370_n%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660393014597454130" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb18i-UCo0am0QQivgOt8MOcSDc8fD1RLsOEo5PV9pXJnHQOmBIk-DsXsWf2Rq9Dzh-oBDDeNcQJsRGdCM7r5hfYXq6o6h3bJSQksEbnqQbmyghZE1TcNRyNUNOTsFU88tZhZX_TQekYa/s1600/tiff+037.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKb18i-UCo0am0QQivgOt8MOcSDc8fD1RLsOEo5PV9pXJnHQOmBIk-DsXsWf2Rq9Dzh-oBDDeNcQJsRGdCM7r5hfYXq6o6h3bJSQksEbnqQbmyghZE1TcNRyNUNOTsFU88tZhZX_TQekYa/s400/tiff+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660392837708029074" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsiX8e57v8HzrlzcPgCYDKsYS92WetO_I3pVgnqGFz0aLlvisavn1J3dqkuw0GILWiScdCbHEu2wq_Pnt7xOTHAA4AEwV4JwH_V6JFrudsQxcBfRCzAve6h8hmMNKDf07n8TvX9QAi4U0A/s1600/tiff+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsiX8e57v8HzrlzcPgCYDKsYS92WetO_I3pVgnqGFz0aLlvisavn1J3dqkuw0GILWiScdCbHEu2wq_Pnt7xOTHAA4AEwV4JwH_V6JFrudsQxcBfRCzAve6h8hmMNKDf07n8TvX9QAi4U0A/s400/tiff+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660392641418150066" /></a><br /><br />It was truly an honor to design the flowers for Tiffany and Doug's autumn wedding. They could have been married anywhere in the entire world. They could have chosen any florist on the universe. But they chose Boulder and they chose me. Yeah!<br /><br />Tiffany and Doug met in Malibu. They were neighbors. Tiffany said she never met a nicer, kinder man. I love that. I never met a nicer, kinder bride. She was lovely.<br /><br />Best wishes to you both. Thank you.sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-49647122512721283522011-09-11T06:52:00.000-07:002011-09-11T07:01:31.935-07:00season and jake got hitched.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSLooiCVCKFjcJHg9lZTjMUvdrDebP3UkVs1HkaOVV1PE9nQ2uFitl46xDPwv4KJVcYdiHzYP0ngtURN7t5dprn5Tevg0G4IBZMHneuG1pevI1WJVCIBG9K-UmSMvA6D_-FScxhfcrUKL/s1600/Flowers_01%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHSLooiCVCKFjcJHg9lZTjMUvdrDebP3UkVs1HkaOVV1PE9nQ2uFitl46xDPwv4KJVcYdiHzYP0ngtURN7t5dprn5Tevg0G4IBZMHneuG1pevI1WJVCIBG9K-UmSMvA6D_-FScxhfcrUKL/s400/Flowers_01%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651100865608966386" /></a><br /><br /><br />yesterday i received a link to this lovely blog. i am glowing. going to make a copy, fold it up really tiny and wear it around my neck like a scapular. many humble thanks Season.<br /><br /><a href="http://acoloradocourtship.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-wedding-flowers.html">http://acoloradocourtship.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-wedding-flowers.html</a>sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-6076373441467659352011-05-21T18:49:00.001-07:002011-05-21T19:10:21.672-07:00Amanda and Chris Got Hitched!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnK5Nnw0x96FdrbqRN_r7R2vbc1Pb4zq8HeKumle9citln0AQD_2kh5SZYcrx3omyJwWSuCvUTuDaSXJl4_TY1Ms5oR7fn2EoJG2x7-IORgzPMiLITiRAEwt6Q614AtOrupq65tTDQZpLz/s1600/hendron+wedding+015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnK5Nnw0x96FdrbqRN_r7R2vbc1Pb4zq8HeKumle9citln0AQD_2kh5SZYcrx3omyJwWSuCvUTuDaSXJl4_TY1Ms5oR7fn2EoJG2x7-IORgzPMiLITiRAEwt6Q614AtOrupq65tTDQZpLz/s400/hendron+wedding+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609354793623788242" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVmYNkB63lf5FgRfQgVMpDW-z2Kg6jhcL9fNeJl10HyiWkBlZrrzfxizNCZSbZDlEDmApTC-3-6NPRcgh5kFaqOxZNSmqzML8e-koOnbbwOJ8c3iug4SMO17vh1xbUI6q1AgiedZK0s5M/s1600/hendron+wedding+041.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjcVmYNkB63lf5FgRfQgVMpDW-z2Kg6jhcL9fNeJl10HyiWkBlZrrzfxizNCZSbZDlEDmApTC-3-6NPRcgh5kFaqOxZNSmqzML8e-koOnbbwOJ8c3iug4SMO17vh1xbUI6q1AgiedZK0s5M/s400/hendron+wedding+041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609354046771421090" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJj4krR7zY4OnO7oEwF36ALG6krnL_0tg_kaUaTJrs3hxNyzx2fEGA0HX4dj-_kngXYb1rliCVWnY5gHmHmHadTYVurxzzOmPr2LJO_ozQo5aMkEwT5KqtLhO6MuGZgMmwcfFCjP9su88/s1600/hendron+wedding+029.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijJj4krR7zY4OnO7oEwF36ALG6krnL_0tg_kaUaTJrs3hxNyzx2fEGA0HX4dj-_kngXYb1rliCVWnY5gHmHmHadTYVurxzzOmPr2LJO_ozQo5aMkEwT5KqtLhO6MuGZgMmwcfFCjP9su88/s400/hendron+wedding+029.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609352878685169602" /></a><br />Our very first wedding of the season, roses and peonies, ooh, lala! The ceremony and reception both took place at Longmont's Lone Hawk Farm. We decorated the wooden gazebo with the last of the season's cherry blossoms. We hung wire bird cages, filled with flowers and hanging foliage from the surrounding trees. Tables were adorned with antique ball jars spilling with wide opening peonies and silvery dusty miller. Shamane baked the fab cupcakes. A lovely day indeed.sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-56830853111143470802011-05-20T05:29:00.000-07:002011-05-20T05:38:35.972-07:00Midsummer's Night Eve Wedding<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNw0BFeAaHQXAPUb83LajLURAlCfFownh9Du85oY5xahlvfjKjkfafV36EzAJelu8BhLge1tH-pYxNQq_Poj4YYUj1wfjRY6VH8fnFkkhJwjr-m1fgM0iDD6l-FQJMlb1Jl8Z37BPwOXYR/s1600/fairy_elf_wedding_photo%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNw0BFeAaHQXAPUb83LajLURAlCfFownh9Du85oY5xahlvfjKjkfafV36EzAJelu8BhLge1tH-pYxNQq_Poj4YYUj1wfjRY6VH8fnFkkhJwjr-m1fgM0iDD6l-FQJMlb1Jl8Z37BPwOXYR/s400/fairy_elf_wedding_photo%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608774795122914546" /></a><br />If you know me, you know I love everything fairy. Little fairy garden accoutrements, fairy dust, iron fairies, miniature fairy watering cans, oh the list goes on... Yesterday, I happened across this blog highlighting a magical fairy forest wedding. Heavy sigh. You simply must view the entire post at <a href="http://www.fancyhouseroad.com/tag/weddings/">http://www.fancyhouseroad.com/tag/weddings/</a><br />Can you imagine a flower girl tossing petals from her twiggy moss covered basket and unexpectedly tossing out a silk butterfly or two to scatter her patch? I love, love, love it. hugs, Sarahsarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-48689715428488297892011-05-17T05:58:00.000-07:002011-05-17T06:14:13.859-07:00my lovely boy.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-6S9l1Ux15v3z9YOhFLsm-lBg8VZAXJA8FxYPaRogzQ-fLrAveunSOiecHshuu98CFAvR294oDwTdGFoLujKTnuigmASMZd3jTrNVd-cz8t4l-cdviK-gPspHp-sswG_oQmVu9YzsaES/s1600/jason+schira.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 266px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7-6S9l1Ux15v3z9YOhFLsm-lBg8VZAXJA8FxYPaRogzQ-fLrAveunSOiecHshuu98CFAvR294oDwTdGFoLujKTnuigmASMZd3jTrNVd-cz8t4l-cdviK-gPspHp-sswG_oQmVu9YzsaES/s400/jason+schira.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607668862862101890" /></a><br />This is my son. He graduates within days. I am ambivilent. Although I am utterly excited for him to spread his wings and fly off to college, I will selfishly miss him so. He is kind, loving and respectful. He has always had a keen sense of business and understands the value of a dollar. He is a fashionista, brave and confident. Congratulations dear son. Job well done. A slight push out of the nest. Look out world - here comes one good egg. Hugs. Mom.sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4313894516260098233.post-1537070776734750972011-04-13T17:32:00.001-07:002011-04-13T17:36:52.731-07:00a new rose for kate<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR9H6-fmc6gI1y-PJi2hiR8mc62luDyJGQlEwxejbnAR616Cs4IGm1bSDxLyNVtyI67GD7H-0T23rdTxarRcVmWGhyyrWDN-5f_LYN3SWsvXfa4_XA-bh9rci04vg8DEtNS6li373vOXf5/s1600/WD3945375%2540Kate-rose-email-%255B1%255D.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 218px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhR9H6-fmc6gI1y-PJi2hiR8mc62luDyJGQlEwxejbnAR616Cs4IGm1bSDxLyNVtyI67GD7H-0T23rdTxarRcVmWGhyyrWDN-5f_LYN3SWsvXfa4_XA-bh9rci04vg8DEtNS6li373vOXf5/s400/WD3945375%2540Kate-rose-email-%255B1%255D.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595230846050670418" /></a><br />Introducing the new rose by David Austin rose growers "Kate". Raspberry pink. I love them. Betcha see oodles of them in 2012.sarahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12300722788216233516noreply@blogger.com1